Donna Jean and Phil on Box of Rain!!!
and all the OTHER stuff already mentioned

I think it's awesome. Great jams during the 2nd set.

BIODTL is about the worst thing I’ve heard… awful.
Half-Step is slow, then cut.
Mexicali comes in cut, but has a nice feel to it.
Bird Song doesn’t really get me where I would like to go. The finale after the last verse his some pluck to it, but it was too little, too late.
Jack Straw picks up some umph again, well played throughout (and not an easy song to play well)
Cumberland Blues has a small cut in it, but the playing is fantastic, as we expect. They really seem to have it together now. Jerry is on fire.
Box of Rain… the show is now in full swing!
El Paso, Bob gets ahead of himself and lets out some fun hoots and hollers. Nice Garcia!
Don’t Ease features more Garcia greatness on his traditional solos.
Bobby McGee, Bob’s voice has begun to crack a bit.
TN Jed has a great tempo, solid guitar work from Jerome, Phil needs to be cranked up on this source if you have an EQ. This one doesn’t reach quite the heights that some do during the finale, but is enjoyable nevertheless.
Around x2, quick intro notes leads into a nice tempo… another barn burner.
PITB to close the set, after the B Graham intro… solid tempo during the lyrics, Donna seems low enough in the mix to not cause me severe anxiety. By 5 minutes in we have that driven 1972 PITB jam action that I love, and it remains a focused jam for a couple of minutes, and starts exploring around the 8 minute mark. Around 11 minutes Jerry has the tone of an impending Tiger, which is hinted at around 13 minutes… not a lot of time left to pull it off if one considers the reprise, and it doesn’t really come close.

He’s Gone has a slower pace than I would like, but goes into the outro starting at 9:50 with some force. That jam stays on theme until 13:30.
Truckin is pretty typical, with a Nobody’s Jam coming out of the explosion’s rubble. This breaks down into a Billy and Phil self-indulgence period for about 3 minutes.
TOO is listed next, but really it’s an exploratory jam off theme. It’s a groovy little thing. Keith is hinting TOO just before 4 minutes, as Garcia seems still in a blues idea. This is pretty cool, actually, because it’s an example of where you can hear the instruments making their individual, segued changes rather than the one a dime transition. I generally prefer the segue in almost all cases. After the 5 minute mark, with no rolling bomb intro, Bobby starts singing the first verse. By the 10 minute mark the thematic jam is rather chaotic and awesome! Billy is on crack as he pushes the limits, while Garcia noodles on top of everything. Bob is the other star of this… again, wish this source had louder Phil! I can’t adjust the EQ on my current listening device, but if you can, turn him UP. At 11:30 the structure collapses and we slow it way down for an exploratory flirtation with space, which is quite beautiful. The theme comes back into play after the 14 minute mark and we get the last verse just before the immediate end of the song, which goes into Sing Me Back Home. I’d prefer to have had my mind melted more than this before heading into this song.
Sugar Magnolia is what you would expect, as expected.
GDTRFB is great, Garcia puts in some serious noodles, then they end the set by transitioning into OMSN.

JBG is a perfect choice for the encore, leaving your brain smoking.

Overall, great show… the meat sequence was slightly lacking, unfortunately.

DaneBramage has it right. This is a perfect Bird Song. Cumberland is sweet too although it has a splice early on. Tennessee is tight.

I love this show here. Bobby has a frog in his throat... Sounds to me like he is sick and that adds alittle something extra. Love the sing me back home here. Donna is a bit much for my liking with her screams. I did read somewhere that the crowd would alwatys chear when she did it though.
check out the sugar mag for bobbys voice sounding horse

12-12-72...12 hours in a day, 12 hours at night, 12 months in a year, 12 astrological houses, 12 tones in western music, 12 letters in Grateful Dead. The way this show sounds, they like the 12th day of the 12th month also! This may be the BEST SINGING from the entire group at one time that I have heard. I mean, most times I see 5 star reviews I understand that there will be out of tune singing from any number of the band and that is a given. Well, they are spot on during this show! I was always left scratching my head wondering where Bob was going with the screams in Sugar Magnolia... this show executes his intentions. Even Donna, I said, EVEN DONNA is in tune, on time and perfectly mixed! Orion and his Sagittarius stars were certainly aligned on this night. The Bird Song SOARS, absolutely one of the best I've heard, if not THE best. Same with most of the set, especially Playin'. This is a solid 5 star show that would be 5 to the 5th power if we could hear Phil's bass interaction better. So if one of you audio wizards would kindly bump the bass up to 11 we may be in the rarified air of top 10% of all shows (in my humble opinion).

Two-thirty a.m. in San Francisco. Rapturous.

When we all walked out there was absolutely no activity in the streets. San Francisco was as dead as I have ever seen it ~ save after Loma Prieta.

This show was more crowded than the previous night. I was by myself. Or, perhaps, beside myself. I drove to the concert and back and got home around five a.m. It was a nice easy night. Everyone you met was meeting up with a friend. It was effortless to move around and no matter you stood or sat you were welcomed by family.

This is just good ol' plug and play Grateful Dead.

Amazing presentation here.

I attended four concerts at Winterland within 21 days in December 1972. All three were amazing. The band was relaxed. It was a Deadheads Only Private Affair. By then we were at least 5400 strong.

Perhaps you may have read my other reviews about this run of shows ~ how we had to endure the cold weather and I must explain. Some of you reading this may be from cold climates and think that 20 degrees is balmy, but by San Francisco standards, 20 degrees is bone-chilling cold.

The audience numbers were slimmer than I had come to expect. I am certain that at least one of these shows was not a sell-out, which was unheard of for the Dead at this stage of their popularity.

Yeah, they wore the "nudie suits" blah blah. No serious Head was even considering nudie siuts. It was a pleasant chuckle. A token of the band's playfulness. It didn't make any difference. We were there, first and foremost, to hear the music.

Three nights in a row this group laid it down in all perfection.

Very thankful to various Heads and Archives.com to finally hear this beautiful show.

It was a time like there will never ever be.

Sick rhythm sections where the second guitar or piano solo is supposed to be

Thanks to Charlie Miller, this show sparkles from beginning to end and renders the other version on this site worthless. DEFINITELY D/L this version, you won't be sorry. Great Bird Song, Playin' and Truckin>O1 jam.

All Dead shows from 1972 have their moments, and this one does too. Playing In The Band, The Other One and Going Down The Road stand out, and an endlessly inventive Keith Godchaux is very audible in the mix. It's a pretty good show, but not really that memorable unless it was, like, your first rock concert or something.

Which in my case it was. Suffice to say, Jerry, Keith and Bob wore spangled Nudie suits, and for all I knew that was what they always wore. The Allman Brothers were supposed to open, but Berry Oakley died and the Rowan Brothers (with Chris and Lorin Rowan, and David Grisman on organ) filled in for this night. However, up until the time the Dead came on stage, the Rowan Brothers were the best band I had ever seen.

But all that's another story.

Corry